You were so tiny when you were born, you fit in the nape of my neck. You would nap there for a few seconds and then go back to your mama. You were as tiny as a mouse. That is why you were named Fievel. We also thought you were a boy. Even though we found out you were a girl, I loved the name and kept it. You would follow me around and meow when I was gone to work for the day. At night, you would sleep with me like a baby or climb on my hip and sleep there. I usually didn’t know you were there until I woke up. You survived the cancer 4 years ago that should have taken you from me within weeks. I love you and will miss you. ….until we meet again.